as I sit with sparrows and sawdust
I watch spiders build webbed homes
and the wind comes like rapture
a deadly message blows
there’s no oranges in the canyon
there’s no love in her arms
‘cause I know that she goes often
to a place all her own
and in barrooms and her bedroom
the same comedy plays
on television channels
and between parted legs
we touch but only for warmth
we talk just to rid our heads
of the places we inhabit
when there’s another in our bed
so I ask why do you wander?
but you’re already gone
on chariots with the huntsmen
she carries with her a bag of yarn
so go on into the nursery
with yer schemes and metal cores
I don’t need yer dirty medicine
I don’t need you anymore…
Australian collective Family Jordan explore complex emotions through soft alt-country songs that take the bucolic with the bittersweet. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 17, 2021